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Ella Fitzgerald is the tops
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She's the top!
She's the Coliseum.
She's the top!
She's the Louver Museum.
She's a melody from a symphony by Strauss
She's a Bendel bonnet, A Shakespeare's sonnet,
She's Mickey Mouse.
She's the Nile,
She's the Tower of Pisa,
She's the smile on the Mona Lisa
I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop,
But if, baby, I'm the bottom she's the top!
She's the top!
She's Mahatma Gandhi.
She's the top!
She's Napoleon Brandy.
She's the purple light Of a summer night in Spain,
She's the National Gallery
She's Garbo's salary,
She's cellophane.
She's sublime,
She's turkey dinner,
She's the time, the time of a Derby winner
I'm a toy balloon that’s fated soon to pop
But if, baby, I'm the bottom,
She's the top!
She's the top!
She's an arrow collar
She's the top!
She's a Coolidge dollar,
She's the nimble tread Of the feet of Fred Astaire,
She's an O'Neill drama,
She's Whistler's mama!
She's camembert.
She's a rose,
She's Inferno's Dante,
She's the nose On the great Durante.
I'm just in a way, As the French would say, "de trop".
But if, baby, I'm the bottom,
She's the top!
She's the top!
She's a dance in Bali.
She's the top!
She's a hot tamale.
She's an angel, you,
Simply too, too, too diveen,
She's a Boticcelli,
She's Keats,
She's Shelly!
She's Ovaltine!
She's a boom,
She's the dam at Boulder,
She's the moon,
Over Mae West's shoulder,
I'm the nominee of the G.O.P.
Or GOP!
But if, baby, I'm the bottom,
She's the top!
She's the top!
She's a Waldorf salad.
She's the top!
She's You're the boats that glide
On the sleepy Zuider Zee,
She's an old Dutch master,
She's Lady Astor,
She's broccoli!
She's romance,
She's the steppes of Russia,
She's the pants, on a Roxy usher,
I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop,
But if, baby, I'm the bottom,
She's the top!
